“There are so many good things on their way to you, you can’t even imagine.” ~ Joan Brady, God on a Harley
My tiredness bears the weight of gravity
even as I grasp for the gold.
Oh, neutrality, take hold of me!
This body needs to shapeshift and rebirth herself.
Yesterday’s programs stack as heavy as dozens of
music albums without a turntable.
Let me offload rather than retaining
for future fantasy value.
I’ll take my womanhood like
an hourglass spilling grace through my body.
Let me not pretend I know the songs my heart wishes to sing.
Yesterday’s playground serves no more.
Thinking is sickness as much as medicine.
My spirit bubbles with plans yet unknown.
I welcome the gravitational pull toward my soul’s delight.
Only she carries the map. It can’t be found in a book.
It’s being birthed within me.
I am the container of the creative.
Fulfillment crashes like an ocean wave.
Neutrality teaches me to surf or
Just sit in the sand and smile.
Alice in Authorland 
Yes!
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“This body needs to shapeshift and rebirth herself.
Yesterday’s programs stack as heavy as dozens of
music albums without a turntable.
Let me offload rather than retaining
for future fantasy value.”
Wonderful, Alice! I can so relate to this, being a lot older than you and having to think about “what to do with all my stuff?!” , so much of it saved over the years for precisely what you say here “future fantasy value”! Maybe some “past redemption value” in my case,as well, but still–too much stuff! I love your analogy of the “hourglass” with the sands slipping easily through. Hmmm…Nice to think, too, that at the end of this phase of earth-life, there’s a “new paradigm” waiting…Love it! 🙂
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